klescinsky
Member
Well, I joined when we got a preliminary diagnosis in April this year. We had just moved, kitties were stressed (humans too), and Lois tested really high. Had picked a vet that was open and went, got blood work, and had a very bad experience. She improved over the next week, and when we went back to the new vet I had researched and chosen, her sugar was high normal. They looked at her history, and had me come back a couple times, and said she was borderline and would bear watching.
She had blood work several times between then and now. Glucose always tested high normal, I'd ask, and they'd say no, not a diabetic, borderline.
They were WRONG! And it makes me SO ANGRY that I listened to them. I didn't want it to be diabetes. I wanted her to be OK. I should have known better. But she looked better, and was acting like she felt better, and she had regained weight and was doing so well.
This past weekend she started acting off, and by Monday I had to take her to the vet. Did a full panel, and her numbers were bad, but all over the place - Glucose 400+ and kidney and liver values showing major issues, but the vet didn't know exactly what it was. Did a urinalysis, and ketones extremely high. Yep, nasty DKA reared it's ugly head. I don't have copies of any of the lab work, I was so upset and she was so condescending. Told me that Lois required immediate hospitalization, and that I was looking at $10K, and otherwise she wouldn't survive the night. I was devastated. They were pressuring me to hand over my cat and pay them $5k immediately and told me that her prognosis was extremely poor even with the treatment. I asked if she was suffering - she said no (the liar!) and I took her home, thinking she was going to die. Sobbed my eyes out. Held her in my arms all night, and watched her every breath. Morning came, and sweet Lois was still with me, although obviously very weak. Called the vet to make the dreaded appointment for 5pm - the latest I could put it off. My husband called me at 4, and told me that he couldn't let me do it. So we took her to a specialty clinic, had bloodwork done, and got a second opinion. My darling husband was saving for a vacation, and used that money to pay for my baby's care. She's still in the ICU there, but off the IV now and on Lantus now. They want to keep her through Monday to make sure she's regulated. I've found a friend of my breeder who suggested a new vet, since this is an emergency hospital only.
So we are starting this journey together, and I'm scared, but coming so close to losing Lois really reminded me how precious she is to us. She's a fighter and is doing fantastic, so I owe it to her to learn how to do my part.
She had blood work several times between then and now. Glucose always tested high normal, I'd ask, and they'd say no, not a diabetic, borderline.
They were WRONG! And it makes me SO ANGRY that I listened to them. I didn't want it to be diabetes. I wanted her to be OK. I should have known better. But she looked better, and was acting like she felt better, and she had regained weight and was doing so well.
This past weekend she started acting off, and by Monday I had to take her to the vet. Did a full panel, and her numbers were bad, but all over the place - Glucose 400+ and kidney and liver values showing major issues, but the vet didn't know exactly what it was. Did a urinalysis, and ketones extremely high. Yep, nasty DKA reared it's ugly head. I don't have copies of any of the lab work, I was so upset and she was so condescending. Told me that Lois required immediate hospitalization, and that I was looking at $10K, and otherwise she wouldn't survive the night. I was devastated. They were pressuring me to hand over my cat and pay them $5k immediately and told me that her prognosis was extremely poor even with the treatment. I asked if she was suffering - she said no (the liar!) and I took her home, thinking she was going to die. Sobbed my eyes out. Held her in my arms all night, and watched her every breath. Morning came, and sweet Lois was still with me, although obviously very weak. Called the vet to make the dreaded appointment for 5pm - the latest I could put it off. My husband called me at 4, and told me that he couldn't let me do it. So we took her to a specialty clinic, had bloodwork done, and got a second opinion. My darling husband was saving for a vacation, and used that money to pay for my baby's care. She's still in the ICU there, but off the IV now and on Lantus now. They want to keep her through Monday to make sure she's regulated. I've found a friend of my breeder who suggested a new vet, since this is an emergency hospital only.
So we are starting this journey together, and I'm scared, but coming so close to losing Lois really reminded me how precious she is to us. She's a fighter and is doing fantastic, so I owe it to her to learn how to do my part.